Halloween 2007

While we were waiting for school to let out this afternoon, Blessing #s 3 and 4 were bickering and fussing in the back seat. This was disturbing my reading time (as I was trying to finish my current book Bygones so I could move on to the next, a Karen Kingsbury novel I've had on hold at the library).

With all the poking and pestering, irritation and tears, this frustrated Moma might have said something to the effect that if I had to get out of the car and go back there, then maybe, just maybe, they'd have to stay home from trick-or-treating.

Idle threat? Yeah, pretty much so.

But I didn't fib. If I did say it, I said maybe.

Guess it worked, though. B#3 turns to B#4 and with great enthusiasm exclaimed, Hey! Let's wait! And then we can fight when we get home!

More happy, happy, joy, joy when B#4 responded with an eager Yay! Okay!

Come trick-or-treating time, seven set out- three princesses, a superhero, a sheriff, a daddy escort, and a weary moma tag-along.

There's a new sheriff in town. No walking for this big guy. As his shoes have been misplaced, B#5 rode door-to-door on his four-legged wheeled steed. His sack was forgotten at home, so he only gathered a few pieces of candy, which he collected in his lap and gnawed on during the short stint around the loop.

The Reese's and Milky Way were crushed but withstood the gnashing.

The M&Ms did not.

Forget the motto. M&Ms melt in your mouth, in your hands, and on your white-felt Holstein chaps.
Even so, B#5 may have fared better than Thor, whose bag developed a hole, as he kept dragging it along the sidewalk. Evidently, it was not a little hole either. He came home with just a couple small pieces of candy. But his happy-factor was still big, especially when Moma moved candy from the other kids' bags into his. :)

This superhero did a marvelous job of beefing up his public support. No generic "trick-or-treat" and general "thank you" for this one. His good-natured, innocent banter was in proportion to his good-sized muscles.

Don't I look fancy? This is my Thor dress-up! I'm a hero! Look at my big muscles! (Insert courtesy muscle flexing here.) The last house gave me three pieces of candy! Whoop! Whoop! Hey you funny scary face! Hallo-hallo-ween-een-een! Ohhh... double thanks!
Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, and Ariel were adorned in blue eyeshadow and ruby-red lipstick... Need I say more? A little make-up and these girls were in princess-costume heaven. In spite of Because of the blue eyeshadow and the ruby-red lipstick, B#s 1, 2, & 4 couldn't stop talking about how pretty their faces were.

When they weren't out trick-or-treating, B#s 1 & 2 were talking to their mirrored reflections. And from the cooing I overheard through the half-shut bathroom door, I have a feeling Prince Charming was on the other side of that mirror.

B#4 didn't have time to hang out in front of the mirror. She was far too busy sneaking into the sugar booty that Moma had already stashed away.

Zacchaeus did not wear his floppy-antlered reindeer costume this year. Instead, he made a showing as a naked Ewok.

To end the night, Yassir showed up in the living room where I sat with my sheriff. B#5 protested, grunted, and let out a few nuh-uhs. But he got a hug anyway.

Yassir's reception was equally not so warm when he, unbeknownst to me, showed up in the bathroom last night while I was leaning over the sink brushing my teeth. He rubbed those scraggly whiskers on my skin as he leaned in to kiss me on the neck.

A stomping-feet, waving-hands, EWW!-shrieking mini-moma-tantrum ensued. Then to accompany the squeamish tummy he gave me, Yassir got a donkey kick to the leg.

I let out another moaning eww. Beloved Husband just laughed.

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